Comfortably imperfect

Playing Minesweeper on the computer and bonding with mum over mounds of chocolate may sound as pathetic as spending V-day with a cat, but I loved every moment.

Okay, so there wasn’t that euphoric, tingly all over, waiting for magic to happen feeling like the other times.
And maybe I’d anticipated something more.
The old “happy happy birthday” from K maybe, to make the whole of last month seem like nothing more than one of those sinking déjà vu moments.
And maybe I’d like the joy of waking up to presents wrapped in shiny paper, back.

But for now, an ‘experimental’ cake, mashed gulab jamuns and the world’s best Mum for company does the trick.

Note to self: Maybe the tingles aren’t important.
Maybe the people who give them to you,are! :]

Dear Ms. Ass-kissing Anal,

There is something called a brain
Which ain't something you have;
Get off of my face
You stinking piece of ass.

Wobbling around in XXL tees
Ingratiating smile doing the rounds,
Too bad they can't see you when
You steal credit,you pathetic hound.

No life beyond these green gates
Nothing to look forward to..
Maybe i see your point when you say you love ***
Baby, i pity you.

Spineless Jello,
Worthless dipshit
You humongous waste of a measly 5 ft.
Pea sized brain,Double digit IQ
Didja know you havta pay em to bang you?

Yeah,i should probably stop
Don't wanna scandalize your fragile morality
Your pure lil sacred heart
Your halo,your amaazing 'personality'.

Take a bow bitch,cuz you're done.
I'm in the house,puss.
For your sake- RUN!